When the two of them heard this, they looked at Xue Peng with fear.

Facing the powerful and barbaric aura coming from Xue Peng, the two felt that the one in front of them was not a person, but an ancient demon bird.

The demon wings are flapping, and the big mouth can swallow the sun and the moon.

Under Xue Peng's words and momentum, scenes appeared in their minds. Under the bombardment of the fist with golden light, they didn't even have time to crush the jade slip, so they died and died.

They knew in their hearts that as long as they had a little movement at this moment, death would come.

The two of them trembled slightly, and fear from the depths of their souls made them froze in place, not even a single finger.

Xue Peng was bathed in golden light and took steps, one step towards the two of them.

Crack Crack Crack!

The feet stepped on the dead branches on the ground made a crisp sound of breaking.

Rust!

His feet stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

In a blink of an eye, Ah Dai walked to the two of them.

The two of them trembled more and more violently, and Xiao Chuhe's fists were clenched tightly. At this moment, he clearly felt the fear in his heart.

He could not accept this fear, whether as the strongest person in Qingshan's younger generation, or as a cultivator, or as a man, he could not bear to surrender to strength.

Xiao Chuhe struggled violently, and he wanted to move his body to prove that he was not a cowardly person.

But at this moment, he seemed to have lost control of his body. He tried his best to let his body move, but his body was just frozen there and trembling.

Xue Peng's figure was getting closer and closer, and finally came to the side of the two.

Xiao Chuhe shouted desperately in his heart, "Move, move quickly!"

Of course!

The body is still motionless.

Under the stiff and struggling and fearful eyes of the two, Xue Peng walked past the figures of the two and walked towards Hu Zheng not far away.

At this moment, the two of them stopped trembling at the same time, the struggle and fear in their eyes disappeared, and their hearts were relaxed.

The two of them understood the body clearly and the danger had left, but there was no joy in their eyes, and hatred was replaced by them.

What they hate is not Xue Peng, but themselves, or rather, what they hate is their cowardice and timidity.

Xiao Chuhe's nails were deeply inserted into his palm, and he could not accept such a person.

He bit his tongue hard, and the severe pain stimulating his nerves.

At this moment, he suddenly turned his head, and under the stimulation of this strong anger and pain in his heart, he lost his mind and shouted, "Xue Peng, don't look down on others."

Xue Peng stopped and turned to look at Xiao Chuhe.

At this time, Xiao Chuhe's spiritual power was turbulent, his robe was shaking, his head was long and his hair was flying, his slightest slit, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, as if he was crazy.

"Xue Peng, please pick up my big sound and the first sound of the eight sounds of the gods: the crescent sound."

Xiao Chuhe held the head of the piano with his left hand, and powerful spiritual power continued to pour into the five-string zither. The waves of the five-string zither flowed, and the five-colored lines emitted a slight light.

Then he saw his right hand suddenly sweeping the strings of the piano, and the fifth string trembled violently, but there was no sound at all.

This collapse sound is the strongest attack Xiao Chuhe can use now.

The attack of the piano technique has no substance or sound, and cannot reach the body, but it can damage the spiritual veins, souls, and disturb spiritual power.

This collapse sound is the unique skill of the Xiao family, the great sound, the first sound of the eight sounds of the gods, and the strongest blow he can use.

The sound technique is invisible, extremely fast, strange and extraordinary. Almost the moment Xiao Chuhe takes action, he has already hit Xue Peng.

However, the golden light around Xue Peng only fluctuated slightly and then there was no response.

Xue Peng bent his legs slightly, suddenly exerted force, and his body almost instantly reached Xiao Chuhe.

Xiao Chuhe smiled bitterly, "Is it even useless to the first sound of the God of Eight Sounds?"

At this moment, the eyes of the two met.

Xiao Chuhe saw only silence from Xue Peng's eyes, without any emotional fluctuations.

A breath of death enveloped him, and at this moment, many thoughts emerged in Xiao Chuhe's mind.

What is the ultimate reason for his practice of Taoism in this life?

In order to practice Taoism, he missed too many things. Now he thought about it, it’s really not worth it!

.........

Thoughts drifted away, and in front of his eyes, the golden light slowly magnified.

The closer death comes, the more peaceful his heart becomes.

But at this moment, a bloody red suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was Xia Ji who took action.

Then she saw the spiritual power flowing at her fingertips, and the red silk on her waist shot towards Xiao Chuhe like a serpent, blocking Xiao Chuhe.

Zhu Ling is Xia Ji's master, Zixia, monk. She spent ten years collecting sunset spiritual clouds every evening, refining them into silk, and then woven them.

A large number of bondage, defense, attack-type runes and formations are painted on it, and the residual soul of a black turtle, known for its defense, is actually a spiritual treasure.

As Xia Ji spread Zhu Ling out, a big black turtle appeared on the surface of Zhu Ling.

The thick and hard turtle shell quickly solidified, and it was almost translucent in a blink of an eye. A heavy and tough aura suddenly emanated, protecting Xiao Chuhe firmly behind him.

However, at this moment, the golden light hit the turtle shell.

In an instant, a shrill scream came from the residual soul of the black turtle, and the heavy and tough tortoise shell broke almost instantly.

The spiritual treasure Zhu Ling exploded into pieces of red silk in an instant, and the golden light cast was also hindered, but it still hit Xiao Chuhe's chest.

Xiao Chuhe felt a strong force coming from his chest, his ribs were broken, and his body flew backwards.

Wow!

In the air, Xiao Chuhe looked up at the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the ruddy blue silk in the sky turned into rays of rays of rays of rays of rays, and finally gathered together, returned to its original appearance, and fell into Xia Ji's hands.

Xia Ji swung her a sudden move, and the spiritual treasure Zhu Ling wrapped around Xiao Chuhe's waist and pulled Xiao Chuhe into her arms.

Almost at the same time, the golden light in the sky enveloped the two of them. Xia Ji said without thinking, "Let's withdraw."

The sound fell, and the golden light in the sky gradually faded away. Xue Peng's figure fell in front of the two of them, bathing in golden light, holy and solemn.

Xia Ji let out a long breath and crushed the jade slips of herself and Xiao Chuhe.

Xia Ji looked at Xue Peng and sneered, "I heard that you and Brother Xiao are friends. I had said that you would discuss the matter together after the competition. Haha, that's how you treat your friends."

Xue Peng looked at Xia Ji, and finally looked at Xiao Chuhedao, "It is because I regard Brother Xiao as a friend that I cannot keep my hands."

Xia Ji just looked at Xue Peng coldly and said nothing, so she naturally wouldn't believe such words.

In a blink of an eye, Xia Ji and Xiao Chuhe were also teleported out of the Mountain and River Map.

Since the start of the battle, three people have given up on the game.

The three of them were all defeated by Xue Peng head-on, and all the spiritual weapons and spiritual techniques were vulnerable to the powerful golden light.

The fierce fighting here has long attracted the attention of others.

A beast roar came from afar, and Ji Wuyi rushed over with three red scorpions and stared at Xue Peng.
Chapter completed!